[Killer P]I'm on my way to ASCAP so I can pick up my doughI ran into a Jacker nigga tryna hit me with flowsHe didn't know I had a mind to just bloody his noseAnd let the blood pour down on his white clothes

[Killer P]Damn yo, I wasn't even tryna take it thereLemme hear somethin in the ear nigga, make it clearHe started goin on about pushin a big BenzHow he stayed jig, and smoked chronic up with his friendsHe doin it big and got unlimited endsI just met the nigga, I seen him walkin up with his mensStop frontin shorty, lemme tell you somethin 'bout the gameIt's a thin line, from being wack to spittin flamesYou gotta represent when you be writin them linesDon't be a FUCKIN millionaire in every one of ya rhymesI'ma let you walk in but yo you gotta be quickI gotta go, and the shit you spittin nigga, better be slickHe started gettin busy, I was noddin my headThen he fucked it all up and said some shit that I saidStopped rhymin cuz he knew he shouldn't have said that verseLookin stupid as fuck, for that nigga it was the worstYo, how you gonna bite and try to be top shelfBetter get ya act together, lemme hear somethin else

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[Canibus]I give you more grievance than a nigga possessed by demonsWalkin on ceilings, chasin white lot speedinLike Tony Soprano, takin meetingsWith a psychologist about his emotional feelingsand his crime dealingsHe even talked about how to make alcohol out of orange peelingsPink cookies in a plastic bag gettin crushed by a buildinwas cool until Canibus puked itWith ill cannibalistic, animal instinctsInstant lyrical fitness, could you handle the distance?You don't have enough wisdomThe man who gives quicksand resistance,sinks the quickest, it's simple physicsI get "Southernplayalistic" and pimp chicksPut my big dick in they mouth and smear they lipstickCome here you stank bitch!Tell ya man if he don't spit a hundred barsI'ma bust him in his big lipsSpit quick, like 6B tip-tronic stick-shiftBitch is equipped with a nitrous-oxide flipswitchIf you hate me, why would you recreate meWith those that imitate me and emulate me?They talk about me so distastefully latelyBut that never break me, they underestimate meMe and the Killer P, and P-A-C get crazy with G-A-T'sI'm a B-E-A-S-T, you don't wanna race meI do Mach 1 over a A-F-BNo if's, A-N-D's, or B-U-T'sA hundred bars ain't SHIT for a true emceeSHUT THE FUCK UP! You should be ashamed of yourselfI ain't heard nothin I felt, lemme hear somethin else